"frenemy" poems
You’re a poisoned rose in a wedding band,
A glad eye with a stabbing hand,
A tumour ,vicious rumour surrounds you,
BP Exxon -death abounds you,
I first found you amusing and witty,
cutting remarks a stick with both ends ******
Gutter scumbag with a glaze of charm,
Only interested in doing harm,
A sociopath with a crocodile smile,
always had the last laugh,- real fight? Run a mile,
Backstabber Judas priest,but **** was I deceived,
Each Lie you sold I truly believed.
I stood by you ,defended you til the bitter end,
Bitter irony I know,with you as a friend,
Who the **** needs enemies, its all a front,
An affront to my instincts,get out of my life you ****
chorus
"My toxic friend this is the end get out of my life for good,
Every time you smile a child dies you’re up to no good,
Don’t call me-text me unfriend me before you end me,
You’re the epitome of the new word-Frenemy."
Now I hear you’re spreading rumours behind my back,
Bad move,wrong play better stand back,
Your malicious manouevery no longer stands,
I’m two steps ahead your end is planned.
You better watch your back,you’ve got no back up and no spine,
Juggling hedgehog maze lies through a field of land mines,
I’ve got my eye on you ex pal,don’t worry your time’s come,
we’ll see who can outrun the .45 from a gun,
That you’ve been begging for for years no tears at your end,
You’re a poxy oxymoron my toxic friend.
So come out to play my way and see who draws first,
I guarantee you a surprise not my blood burst,
Flying in the air like a hose god only knows,
You’re a fly in my eye a burr under my skin so out she goes,
The left that hits your jaw will saw your head from your neck
You talk a good fight,good night,I’ll leave ya wrecked.
chorus
"My toxic friend this is the end get out of my life for good,
Every time you smile an angel loses wings you’re no good,
Don’t call me-text me unfriend me before you end me,
You’re the epitome of the new word-Frenemy."
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Drink me away
Drink me away
Drink me near
Where's you fridge
I need a beer
To help forget
And to add more calories
I didn't eat today
I hope my momma's proud of me
Give me love
Give me life
Give me *** for memory
***** and redbull
Is my frenemy
Bring me to waters,
Early in the morn.
Bring me to waters,
Two doors from the dorm.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
*standing on the threshold of change, I await a fresh-line
but the universe may be unready
if not, I may take to choppy-waters
all by myself*
1.
if we are all stuck in the jam of time
perhaps, if we spread it out real thin
some of us could actually lift off
and catch a ride.. out
free some hostage from the twisting temporal-joints
and the wool-gatherers mind their business
and footsore beggars dine on exotic-things
deep in the heart of the jungle
where Nebuchadnezzar parked his dreams of old
by saving your surprise for a weekday jaunt
we limp on in the vacant-dust of paradox
yet get unavoidably detained by the present
undo the ribbons and the package may unfold its.. things
espy the tick-tock riding the margin of fright
common sense of morn lies delightfully unfinished
and the wrong side of a bold idea gets squashed
the brain-weary ingest their lot and plough on through thickets of tricky-fate
while tiptoeing silent on the farthest-blades of brimstone
holding subtly aloft.. the frankness of aiding-spectres
2.
balloon of green, balloon of blue
hold out your hand and pray you get no inequalities of flame
easy catch of the sound of science scoffing in the parlour
when we try to do something different; take a chance
uncivilised-humour will argue the rings off your punctured-lobes
any germ of new plan must needs be nurtured
let any frenemy go; intolerant-ilk do better by their vacuous selves
remarkably convenient
there's almost enough water in the well
to soak up the ivory-rays and let them fly
and there's a breeze lifting the needle off the ancient-groove
spinning reels on the bay
*no, you will never convince me
that the time-keeper holds all keys
'cos I snuck out furtive.. late one night
and sawed through.. for a whole decade
and well, guess what I have here..*
:)
S T - 24 Jan 2014
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
When I was a child,
I was given a silver necklace by my father,
Told the stories of how it was there when he met my mother
And cherished it dearly.
But as childhood would have it,
I lost the necklace,
In a full contact game of two-hand touch football,
In the backyard of my frenemy neighbor.
I searched for hours in the grass,
Coming across spiders, quarters
The remnants of dog’s passed,
But never again saw the silver chain
With the little cross
That was the closest thing I ever held to God.
Now I look back,
To the necklace, the touch football games
The neighborhood loving brawls,
And realize youth is an object,
It’s something we hold close
But never realize the importance of
Until years later,
When we miss it
Around our necks,
And we regret
Never truly
Falling in love
With what we had
Before it was gone.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
It's already 5am
And here I am
Wide awake
As thoughts run
Through my head
Like a bullet train
Am I relapsing again?
Or I'm just on the edge
Waiting for a helping hand?
Or maybe I'm letting it be
For I've missed
Insanity to seep inside of me
Seeing that I am able to write
Shows clearly that
Hypomania has arrived.
Welcome back,
My frenemy.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
You look in the mirror and know bloating is your enemy
You have people tell you, you are too flat
You are not skinny, you are not fat
When food can be your frenemy
You put in all this work
You have people tell you it will never be enough
You are not strong, you are not weak
When your body can call your bluff
You always try and stick to the rules
You have people tell you that you could do better and include this and that
You are not memorable, you are not forgetful
When your diet looks like something you do not get at
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
You are my best friend,
my loyal companion.
My sunshine on a cloudy day,
My spark in a starless sky.
You are my worst enemy,
my biggest nightmare.
You betray me everyday,
you hurt me more and more.
You are my addiction,
My Frenemy.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
“creamy unto delicious” he marvels and marvelously replies,
when a hazy memory from mournings past asks howz it taste?
this café au lait in a french handleless cup big enough to drown
your bad dreams, just the thing, the A way to start to day, manufacturing schemes to wipe the slate or just add to a long longingly “to never do” list, time frozen, whitened emptily clean, a familiar frenemy
but staying in bed on a beauty of mostly sunny, partly cloudsy day,
is tempting now that he is armed and dangerous with mug gigantic,
doing nothing is so sublime, until a lunchtime of Corona and lime,
reminds you that dinner planning will be needed under the influence of vin rosé, ordering by app so easy, marveling at the choicest array, easy quick under his non-currant existence, wordplay for no-audience
when there is no one there to disagree or temper your eyes appetite,
or bring you café with heart designs in caramel and white, or inquire
howz it taste so you nonetheless reply out loud with tears while wondering how memories live-on, in drinks and catch phrases,
you answer when she no longer, not here to ask, to gentle reprimand,
but answer the answer to everything, with an all encompassing
crémeux à délicieux creamy unto delicious,
reminder to David, you now, king of nothingness, shepherd of no one,
no longer need a real voice to answer unto anything
~for my lover of everything french~
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Maybe memory
Is my biggest enemy
The hurt they caused
When a phrase I read
Causes me to pause
And remember the hurt within
That awful time when
I caused myself the most damage
Words that came out thoughtless and rude
But what hurts the most
Is the good memories always fade
While day by day
The bad are pressed into my mind
And somehow
I allow them to stay
I just want to forget
Even with the knowledge
That they had a part in who I am
Today
They have shaped me
Sometimes created self-hatred
But when it is all said and done
Maybe my greatest enemy
Is also my closest friend
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
There’s a part of me you can’t abide,
but don’t mind me, I’m dead inside.
I’m cold, confused and alone,
left to wallow on my own.
You can keep on cutting
But I won’t feel a thing.
Let your knife sink in,
twist it round and go within.
Stab my heart,
I’ll fall apart.
Kick me to the ground,
there’s nowhere left to run around.
I can’t change myself for you,
there’s nothing left to do,
crush my life away,
It’s just another day.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
He says hes my protector
And some days he'll be my lover
But if he's gonna be both
He must learn how to take cover.
Those who fail to know
From head to toe
What I represent
They who are filled with apprehension
Strving to cage me in sin
Please recognize I am no peasant
Nor am I one of omniscence
Just one with daring endeavers
Dreams of heavenly treasures
Forgetting to realize that I am the one who needs the most attention
Most protection from my intentions
Is the **** part I forgot to mention.
I am my own enemy
Or shall I say frenemy
Because im honest with advice
My conscience always giving me insight
But then my lower self comes destroying life
Self destructing...DYNAMITE
From understanding the self to then losing chess
How will I ever be able to live like the rest
Success
Living righteous
Will I ever see light of day or will it be darkness filled sorrow again tomorrow?
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
sometimes I get lonely
in a world that can’t or won’t slow down
insulated by the angry walls I construct
isolated by the speed of things
voices speaking quickly
echoing the same words
in the exact same way
expecting different results
repetitions rudeness assumes, “You heard me!”
sounds and verbiage bouncing off walls
severing the links in concentration’s chain
classrooms, lecture halls and dinner parties
rendered like rumble in underground parking lots
pushing me into a hermit’s darkness
within a crowd of people
somedays the mountains call to me
and I want to go live in a cave
with no one to talk to but my echo
the buzz of memories ringing in my tinnitus
echoes from the past
a straight pin dropping
my old alarm clock’s siren
freeway traffic’s rush on the day
they yanked the tubes from my ears
first, third, fifth would have been so cool
instead, three dis-chord-ant tones reverberating in my head
constantly confuse my comprehension
echo is my frenemy
always close by
but laying in wait
like a shadow standing in the window
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 7:20 PM UTC
the hardest surgery is the one you perform on yourself.
Steady?
Ready?
No anesthesia but a chuckle of nervous humor
the first incision across your heart.
When you finish (many months later)
you put the scalpel down, wave weakly
to the clapping colleagues hugging each other in disbelief
from the observatory, sterile and eager
you give them a wan grin
and hope they've watched closely
so that now they know how...
how to do this.
At twenty-something, I was taught by Fear
who said nothing matters
and then at twenty-something-else I was taught by Faith
who said anything matters
And she wasn't the Sunday kind of Faith that you find
clasped between your palms, clasped like you're afraid
that if you let go the Faith will just tumble out and break.
No, she was the Faith that was bigger than God and so intimate
that sometimes I was the Faith, sometimes you were the Faith,
and sometimes the Faith was me.
So really, Faith doesn't have a name.
But Faith and Fear, they both breathe, they're each lung
and when I fill one, the other billows, after all
you need two to breathe.
And so then I, feeling bold, learned about Bravery.
I had heard about it in newspapers and history book indexes
and in our local volunteer firefighters.
Wondered if I could buy it.
Wondered how much it goes for.
But I couldn't find Brave until the moment I gave up on it
and said, ***** it, I'm so scared but I don't care anymore,
I'll just do it, Brave be ******
And surely enough, it was hiding beneath the tremors.
So really, Brave was the Siamese twin of I'll Just Do It.
which, by the way, wasn't in the glossary of this or any history book.
Everything changes, you know?
I'm changing, you're changing.
Oh, it storms me like the sea!
I secretly raise my glass to stasis, my faraway frenemy.
Don't tell the other Sagittarians, they'd exile me surely.
Change, letting go of my old faces
feels too close to dying,
feels too close to leaving you behind.
And I'm not ready to leave you behind.
Oh the West, keep your Mountains.
If only for a little longer.
I've excised my soul again and again
transplanted and sutured
but there's just no time.
Even with these visions from under the knife-
there's just no time to heal
before I'm laid on the table again.
*Faith hold me-
Fear teach me
so I can...*
Steady.
Please- stay with me.
Ready?
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
No sooner through the door
than spider-legged anxiety
scurries back haphazard
like a frenemy whose cactus skin hug
begins in September and ends in July
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
How do I manage to lie awake
long after the sun disappears and the moon and stars light up the darkness surrounding me
just like you used to.
I'm not sure how after all this time
you haunt me more than just in my dream of happier times
like going on car rides for hours or walking aimlessly around your neighborhood
just for something to do.
Instead I have endless thoughts of what didn't happen:
the zoo date that never surfaced,
the cute little surprises you always told me not to tempt you with,
the picking me up at my front door before a big night you promised I would never forget.
I guess you were right about that part; I never did
forget. And as I lie here hopelessly in love with the ideas I still have of what we will be, are, or more like used to be,
I'm haunted more by what wasn't said than what was. Secrets don't make friends
which explains why we turned into enemies.
Or more like frenemies;
not friends and not enemies,
just strangers with a lifetime of memories.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
Hundreds of thoughts
starts a fight
and I'm the one on losing side
And I have to face it ,
cannot avoid
They do not play fair
their debate
goes nowhere
It starts somewhere
and do not end
They make loud noises
each one with own voice
gives my head an ache
too much to take
Tires me out ,
brings me to the state
that I succumb to their whims
burn down my own dreams
I can't win against me
my very own frenemy
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
We meet once again
always standing face to face
with a questionable glance
and an unfamiliar trace.
emotionless and still
testing out a smile or two
in yet, a judgemental stance
curved mouths that don't feel true.
And of course sometimes we dance
& re-enact our favourite scenes
do extreme fashion shows
before stepping outside by all means.
A peculiar friend you are
& a puzzling character too
who makes me feel like a queen
or implies that I belong at the zoo.
We are one & the same
yet so foreign-
The being in the reflection
of my silver screen.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 10:17 AM UTC
Your mouth speaks soft sincerity but my gut just whispers to me" let it ride"'
Sweet salvation in front silken enemy inside.
Your eyes.
Invite.
You picked a side my lovely friend sight unseen who knows
What could have been.
Keeping you close now as my frenemy.
Frendship
Denied.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Felicia,
I'm off my meds and I need you.
My mind is somewhere between
rock bottom and a dark place
My mind is my frenemy
that I'm sleeping alone with.
I feel more alone again.
Felicia,
If my minds the weapon
How to I get my heart
to back me up?
Because it feels like
it's set to self-destruction
my own prophecy self-fulfilled
Felicia,
How come I'll never get the time back I killed?
What about the madness
and how it manifests
into impulses?
Like biting my ******* lip.
and how come I imagine everyone naked still?
I feel like biting my tongue off
when it's freudian slipping
But I need that for the times
when these fantasies start projecting
Felicia,
I'm sorry for all those times I swore in your office.
I'm the impatient patient still locked in the waiting room of my mind
Waiting for the ******* world to fall in my lap.
Felicia,
I'm ready to dig myself out of this bed I made in falling for tired cliches when all I needed was a metaphor.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
**Partners turned enemies turned frenemies turned long lost soul mates who never were meant to be-
You never know what you got until it finally walks out the door. And thank god for that ******* door-
If I hadn’t of walked the tightrope so clumsily maybe my peanut butter fingers would have, should have, could have grabbed a little bit better omit the fumbling…but I just kept stumbling-
I honestly thought I was going to die here in this trailer, this **** double wide modular hell of mine,
We stick ourselves in mud sometimes, Mud so thick it creates specific life lines. You can actually see your personal timeline-
That timeline has been looking like the color of **** Well **** me sideways ain’t life a ******* *****
****** ***** low down piece of **** skunt. Skinned knees ***** breeze I felt this old home giving me a breathless squeeze-
It squeezed me so hard I hit reality, reached up and snatched actuality with a left hook of formality equalling life’s gain of destined brutality-
I moved mountains harder than I’ve ever ****** any man. It was one swift move of ballsy rhetoric but I had to sell my soul for a compromise and a date just to get my hands on the blue prints for the master plan-
You see everyone is someone else’s ****** I’m on a chain, a noose, a shock collar and this filthy serenade is for the shot caller-
Someday I’ll cut those chains but most likely by the time I’m equipped I’ll have lost those better days-
You learn to live on less by biding time, by sweeping by, just keeping your heart above water and your head leaking dry. I remember my partner turned enemy, turned frenemy, that long lost soul mate who just was never meant to be….**
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Words are beautiful.
They can reshape reality.
Vibrant and bold or light and subdued.
The thoughts you express, are infinitely hued.
So many shades dictated by soul.
Unlike a picture, they can leave a hole.
Interpretation is your frenemy.
Some will understand you and others will hate.
It all depends to how they relate.
In your beautiful words some might see error.
Miscommunication,
The ultimate terror.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
Sitting in a large room
with a few people
around - 2 friends,
20 acquaintance,
One frenemy, and
50 sloggers with a frown.
Every time I look at their filthy face
I tend to rub down
the pain the sarcasm
They use to bring me down.
I often
fail to understand
the purpose why
these ********* are still
running around
For, I find this place
to be ideal for dressing down.
Everyone here looks stuck,
behind the thick walls
of the glorious fraternity
with hidden brawls
trying to solve unworthy affairs
when all they can do is a conference call.
They are highly judgemental and fail to express
the agony behind their not-so-happy face.
Broken and shattered,
Cause they never really mattered.
with their morality scaling down
laughing while facing a nervous breakdown
these losers are nothing but a big pile of
something in the colour
"Yellowish brown."
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
Why do we hide
Behind screens and devices
Confronting our problems
Like drones upon Isis
Dumping our waste
In a news-feeding sea
Then digging up dirt
On our best frenemy
Swipe right for love
If you tryna' hit
As you kindle the flame
And then hashtag it lit
Processing feelings
Like androids alone
Despite the reception
From every iPhone
So disconnected
Though closer than ever
To google chrome answers
All searching together
On profile pictures
You can judge a book
When the moral of this one
Is how do I look
Unfiltered facades
Of half-life expression
Selfie-absorbed
Anti-social obsession
Objective dimension
Of pretense inanimates'
Unblocked accounts
Of inactive inhabitants
Dwelling in shallows
Of in-depth distractions
Profiting off of
The Twitter war factions
Stop buying shares
Of the media Marxist
Still selling your souls
To emoticon artists
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
*Ever envisioned a future
devoid of hate and hypocrisy,
where blatant apologies
came from guilty rulers?
That same universe was full
of people wearing faces,
forced to select from emotions
on a regular basis
Willing to ****** in the name
of safety or religion
Our minds are shattered by hate,
a mental demolition
Shaking the very foundation
of our moral dilemma
Objectives handed in spades
with a corrupt agenda
The enemy of my enemy is a frenemy:
a friend I never wanted
but needed this final century
Now striking iron for profit
we're unable to claim
and risk to lay in a coffin
chiseled with "Rest in Shame"
We crave to show our emotions
at metal institutions
and purchase masks that are
synthesized for silent humans
All due respect,
don't pay or settle for a single face
'cause at the end of the day,
we're just a single race
Right from the mouth
of our appointed leader:
"Sacrifice liberty for security,
and you deserve neither!"
We might be faceless
against the coming oblivion,
but staying strong together
portrays flawless resilience!*
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC